She posted as “mck,” and while I was looking for that, I found this:
i will be at schubas for the new year show, anyone who fancies a pint with me there is more than welcome to attend. i’ll be the painfully thin guy sneaking back into the main bar area to grab secret smokes while my lady friend is (hopefully) thinking i’m going to the john. please don’t tell her.
— otto midnight (otto_midnigh...), July 16th, 2004.
Long before we knew him.
my gf used to post on ilx and one day we had this epiphany wherein she realized who i was from here (this was a couple months after we met)
or rather we both realized we posted here and she remembered me
Awkward!
Oh wait, I met someone at a totally un-ilx-related party in NYC and gave him my email address for a mailing list and when I got home I had an email reading, “Hi, are you Laurel that posts on ILX?”. Garglarglagle
¯\(°_o)/¯
I posted on ILX before Sarah but once she started posting we spent a few months pretending on here that we didn’t know each other IRL.
I’m too embarrassed to look for my first post on ILX. Not that I Could now anyway.
mine was related to the cubs’ playoff run in ’03.
I just realized that I have absolutely no interest in large festivals like Lollapalooza anymore, if I ever did. Not only do they cost over $100, there’s like a million bands that play them, and I dunno, I like treating live performances as something special, not as commodities to be chosen at random while wolfing down a corn dog and running from one side of the park to the other. It’s just too overwhelming. I’ll still go to Pitchfork Fest, though, where there’s usually only one band playing at any given time (except for the DJ tent).
Some of my friends are talking about Bonnaroo. I think they’re insane.
And the party that “we” were throwing was the infamous birthday party at Robin’s place that involved me stumbling down to Jeff and Jenny’s place with my pants around my ankles and Kenan falling down and hitting his head on the curb outside T’s.
Wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong. You took your pants down AFTER you came to our house and then slept in our hallway, on the bare floor, with your pants around you ankles. And Kenan fell and cracked his egg outside of Clark’s on Clark. And in various and sundry flower beds on the way to Clark’s on Clark.
This is also the party of the famous “homeboy” incident, which did at least cure me of calling everybody whose name I couldn’t remember “homeboy.”
I would have drinks with this “gear.”
I am also waiting for the day that I run into a real life person who posts on ILX and then I will cry.
i scrolled down after reading post 4:30 entries but hstencil was the first ilxor i knew. it predated my posting to chilx threads however. he was the only person i knew here (save towga) before i moved here.
She posted as “mck,” and while I was looking for that, I found this:
i will be at schubas for the new year show, anyone who fancies a pint with me there is more than welcome to attend. i’ll be the painfully thin guy sneaking back into the main bar area to grab secret smokes while my lady friend is (hopefully) thinking i’m going to the john. please don’t tell her.
— otto midnight (otto_midnigh...), July 16th, 2004.
Long before we knew him.
— jaymc (jmcunnin...) (webmail), Today 11:39 PM. (jaymc) (later) (link)
HOLY SHIT!!!!
i used to post to ilm years before that but ilm made me so sad that i abandoned this place. that must have been when i came back.
that post makes me sad.
yeah, next time you visit Chicago, gear, you should totally let us know! although I’d imagine you have a lot of friends and family in the city, huh?
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aw, Kevin.
i remember that night. ;_;
seriously, i need to stop buying records. my want far outstrips my ability to pay for them.
I bought records tonight, and even listened to them. Four Tet is pretty ridiculous, I don’t know why I never really paid attention to him before. Of Montreal is pretty good but I don’t think I like anything as much as that tune I heard on the radio (track 5).
Dear Homemade Pizza Company,
I love you.
Love,
Jenny
not too shabby
Details pls
You took your pants down AFTER you came to our house and then slept in our hallway, on the bare floor, with your pants around you ankles. And Kenan fell and cracked his egg outside of Clark’s on Clark. And in various and sundry flower beds on the way to Clark’s on Clark.
No. My pants were off on the way. I distinctly remember this.
I also remember Kenan hitting his head outside of an establishment on a southeast corner of Clark. It was very close to Clark’s on Clark. It might not have been T’s, I’ll grant you. But it was probably SoFo or Banana Video or whatever’s there.
What a fucking night.
I am going to TT tomorrow. I’m off all day, so I will just get there at 11 AM and keep drinking peppermint schnapps until you all get there.
Courtney said she would stop in. She is meeting her sister at the airport at 8:30-ish. I think she and may go to see Jordan play Friday night.
John is right.
Sorry. I misremembered where your pants were, John. I must have been drunk.
The pizza we got was: sausage, caramelized onions, and mushrooms on whole wheat. Tasty!
I also remember Kenan hitting his head outside of an establishment on a southeast corner of Clark.
Ugh. Can we not relive that? I hope to never, ever be that drunk again.
I thought I was going to be late this morning, but then my train went express and I was right on time. The CTA gods are smiling on me today.
So they just bring you an uncooked, but not frozen, pizza?
I slept on my neck funny and now I can hardly move it. :(
According to others who took the red line this morning, I was one of the lucky few. And if I had tried to get to work on time, I only would have been standing on the platform for forever.
One of my coworkers was an hour late today because of a red line breakdown.
Jordan, was the Of Montreal song you liked the most “Gronlandic Edit,” the disco-y one with the crazy descending harmonies? That one’s my favorite.
Apparently John Fahey went to the high school I graduated from.
I slept on my neck funny and now I can hardly move it. :(
Count yourself lucky
Only because he has no neck.
haha
Nick, that’s the one.
eating tumors? don’t show us these things.
You’re a sourpuss.
Wah! My name is Kenan and I like to get in a snit. Wah!
too obvious. not biting.
HI DERE CHILX.
I’m Nick (call me en, that’s what girl-I-was-sort-of-dating-while-she-was-in-an-open-relationship-with-a-guy-named-Nick used to call me), and as of like 15 minutes ago, I suppose I’m a Chicago ilxor.
It was snowing night before last in my bedroom.
Why are people giving Carlos Mencia a hard time, saying he’s “not really Mexican” just because he’s 1/2 German?
Not that I don’t hate Mencia, but still, he’s Mexican enough.
why give him a hard time about that when there are SO MANY OTHER THINGS to give him a hard time about? lack of perspective, there
NICKS FITE
Hello “en.” Where do you live? Did you just move here? WHAT IS HAPPENING?
hello other nick
Hi En. Tell us about the snow in your bedroom.
As far as the Mencia question, it makes me wonder, am *I* Mexican enough? Do I have what it takes?
Why are people giving Carlos Mencia a hard time
Because he’s not funny?
Hi other Nick.
I live on N. GAYsted, a few blocks from Wrigley. I moved here a few months ago, but just started posting.
It’s just a really old building with shite insulation, and the snow was so heavy that when I woke up, freezing under three blankets, I found a nice half inch of snow on my bookshelf
Do I have what it takes?
You got it in spades, baby. :)
Hi, en.
Why are people giving Carlos Mencia a hard time
Because he’s not funny?
Goddamit, this is NOT what I said. Don’t quote me out of context.
This is my official announcement of my participation in this week’s TT.
Not going to be able to make it, unforch.
How did I not know Mama Digdown’s is in town this weekend? Jordan, you aren’t doing your promotional duties.
I thought I mentioned it a couple times! Anyway, yeah, Friday and Saturday night. And at the Children’s Museum on Sat. afternoon (post-Hot Doug’s).
Cool. I think Sarah and I will be there tomorrow night, we’ve got other plans on Sat.
Nick, Hi. I sent you a bunch of emails.
I’m lookin’ forward to some down diggin’.
Awesome. I wish I could put you all on the list but we only get one slot each (John, do you think you’re going to stop by for sure?).
I think I’m going tomorrow night. If I do, Courtney and her sister from NY will be in tow.
Oh. I just saw a HUGE roach in my bathroom. I’m talking about New Orleans proportions. Nothing I’ve ever seen in Chicago. In fact, that’s the first roach I have ever seen in Chicago. He was probably in my luggage.
I sprayed him with Scrubbing Bubbles.
Oh man. New Orleans roaches have first and last names, I hate those dudes.
I’m a bad babysitter, got my boyfriend in the shower. OOH! I’m making 6 bucks an hour.
What is that?
That is some weird song that Jesse always sings when he sees roaches.
I live on N. GAYsted, a few blocks from Wrigley.
Hey, we live on Broadway and Cornelia. WE R NEIGHBORS.
Jordan, I hope to also be in attendance tomorrow night. Could you remind us of the time?
Those are good lyrics.
I must walk by your building every week or so to get groceries then.
BFF FOREVER.
Sweet, Dan. Show starts at 9:00 and we’ll play three sets.
We should try to score a booth again.
We live in the building with the GINORMOUS America’s Next Top Model billboard on the side of it. You can see our kitchen window from the Jewel parking lot. We might have seen you get groceries. Surely Ed the Cat, who sits in that window all day every day, has seen you.
You should come to have drinks with us today. Show yourself.
That was going to be my next question... should we show up early to get seats?
By all means. Where/what time? I have class downtown until 9ish, but could pop in after.
That was going to be my next question... should we show up early to get seats?
Yeah, it seems like people get cutthroat about the tables/booths there. They will shank you without thinking twice.
I have just been convinced to go to Harold’s Chicken for lunch. Sorry in advance, arteries.
OK. Who’s going in on this with me?
Stupid No Pets rule!
I <3 Lincoln SQuare
I’m taking a sick day today, but while I’m skimming...
(John, do you think you’re going to stop by for sure?).
No, I’m not sure, so you should totally give your spot to Nick or Sarah. We still might come, though.
(Or Dan. Whatever. I’m going to M. Henry for lunch.)
Also: no TT for me, I have band practice.
Band practice night, ahoy!
I’ve been looking at craigslist apartment ads ever since I saw Eric’s post. I love our apartment, but those ‘free heat’ ads make me swoon. Our gas bill for this past month was over $300!!
Holy crap, and I thought mine was high ($100).
College radio DJ was just bitching about how Justin Timberlake won the Grammy for best dance song because he’s not “real electronic music”, then proceeds to play some of the corniest techno and big beat I’ve ever heard. *groan*
On my school’s station we put those people on very late at night.
What is that?
It’s lyrics to a song by Princess Superstar. It’s an “hip hop” song.
It’s my favorite song.
More:
Babysitting sucks but whatever they got junk food, kung fu, egg fu, Dig Dug, a dog too
And a hot Jew, Mr. Weintraub, I mean he’s old but not dimed out
If I’m bad I’ll turn around in the corner for Time Out
I assume your folks are gonna be out late, go make me Kool Aid
I’m a sit on the couch and masturbate then call my boyfriend Gabe and see if he ate
Spit out my Bubbalicious and get to one of them big fridges that could fit 10 midgets
I’m a bad babysitter, got my boyfriend in your shower, Woo! I’m makin 6 bucks an hour
Let’s make Fluffernutters don’t fuckin utter another peep
I’ll take the cookie cutter make star cookies outta ya skin while you sleep
It’s ironic how erotic my robotic sonnets
Get girls in bonnets hot like Harry Connicks
Sick on gin and tonics, we super sonic, hook you on our phonics
Learned Ebonics by erotic ebony dick and Mantronix
Never stoppin’ it, sock electronic shit allotted
The whole club up when we spotted it
And if we wanted it, fill it with men and spawn and shit
Ain’t nothing wrong with it
Let’s get the party started, shit, let’s get it on and hit.
Y’all ready for this?
You folks are not posting enough today. It’s my day off work—entertain me!
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My students looked so bored today that I started talking about something totally nonsensical to see if they were even listening. I started talking about what I was thinking of having for lunch.
And I had planned something “fun” for them to do today too — I set up an online forum and they were supposed to post to the threads I started about the cult of celebrity and 15 min. etc. I put a picture of Andy Warhol in my first post and then someone referred to him as “Warnot” and three people laughed at the picture.